Two words: Razia's Musical. If anyone feels like getting me a belated birthday/Christmas present, here's a hint. Razia's Musical: best CD produced by Fueled by Ramen.Ever. Thee best. Listen. Love. That's what Mina and I have been doing for the past hour.

Chinese proverbs are so depressing. On other news, I'm planning my great escape. It should take about, oh I don't know, maybe ten years to happen.

Well, my family has done it again. Circa Christmas, they have tried (in vain) to make it seem like we are a happy bunch of normal people enjoying terrible food. Well, in reality the only thing true about the statement is the terrible food part; I'm regretting the fact that I even tried the suspicious looking plate of god-knows-what. Anyway, they have decided that treating me like another chair isn't enough and some very kind person had the brilliant thought of looting around my things and tossing what they supposed wasn't important away. Yes. I know that painting was crummy. But I spent time on it. It was one of the rare moments where I felt joy in doing something. And now it's probably crumbled into a ball in a garbage truck, waiting to be vomited into yet another land find. Wonderful. Happy pre-Chinese New Year.

There's a Powerpuff Girl marathon! Yipee!

Well, I finally got The Perks of Being a Wallflower. And yes. It was amazing. Now I'm starting Shampoo Planet.

covers

Listening to covers and getting very fat off of truffles. I find it a bit sad when covers sound better than the real song itself. What really sucks is when someone takes an old song that wasn't a hit back then, powder and polish it up a bit, and then once it becomes a Top 40, they claim credit. I don't know that's just me....anyway...I found some covers that people might like. And I found this survey in which you dedicate covers to people. So I will make some announcements.
CARMINA RHEA PORTEAAA: BLEEDING LOVE---covered by THEE Mystery Jets. listen. love. cry. (just kidding about the crying part)
ANN ZHAO LEI: FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT---covered by Kate Nash. listen, smile, giggle,rewind and repeat.
KYRAA YONG: VALERIE---covered by both Amy Winehouse and Panic at the Disco. Don't really know why. I think you might like the Zuton's actually version better.
[insert name here]: LOVE STONED---covered byThe Hoosiers. This is how you act sometimes. Which isn't a good thing.
STUPIDboy: MERCY---covered by The Fratellis. Please man up a little bit
someonethatmakesmesad: FOUNDATIONS---covered by Newton Faulkner. This song pretty much hits most of the things you do. Except the puking on my trainers, and the relationship part.
blahblahblha: LOVE MACHINE---covered by Artic Monkeys. This is meant to be very sarcastic.
peoplewhopissmeoff: CRY ME A RIVER--covered by Lostprophets/Paolo Natini. If I didn't care the first time what makes you think I'll care after constant harrasing. I chose this purely for its title, in case you people were wondering. If you think I'm trying to get you guys back by making a sex tape with a Megan Fox look-a-like, you people have been sniffing some serious paint fumes.
pastpeople: WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG---Biffy Clyro. The world seemed nicers when we were young.
laurasun: KIDS---covered by The Kooks. Because I heard this cover at your house. :]

Lust or the obession of finding something weirded than yourself?

I'm in love.Now, before you funny fishes jump to conclusions, it's not about a boy...or a girl, that is. I'm in love with the Mystery Jets. Carmina has had the misfortune to have a friend like moi. But, yes. Oddly enough, I find the lead singer...dare I say attractive. That's not the problem, except he's not exactly the prettiest petunia around town and he has some spinal condition. He's always carrying these crutches around...which I find oddly wonderful.... There's something terribly, terribly wrong with me. But, weird thing is, I found them because I thought I heard them in a dream and when I showed Mina the song, she also said she heard them in her dream...freaky, no? Anyway, I've been rereading Harry Potter...and holy balls, I think I have a mild infatuation with the...Draco Malfoy! (too bad he's a blond) I'm developing a love for British gimps (that was a bit mean) and fictional wizard characters?! Dear Lord, save me!!!!

Anyway...off to Mina's in two minutes! Yippeeee!

Still don't feel up for it. Fuck. I did something to my foot and now it's numb and hurts like crazy. :[

ritalin. asap.

I am such a stupid person. I should stop criticising people so much, because no matter how fucking oblivious they can be, I am much, much more stupid. I forgot about the finals. No. Seriously. I was just flipping through channels like I usually do and then my sister goes, "Can you quiz me." I, being the complete brick I am, just continued watching Oswald tralalala his way over to Daisy's. My sister got a bit huffy with me and asked, "Look, if you're not bothering to study for the finals, at least quiz me!" And, whoa, I just leap up like a sardine out of the sea. But the problem is...I just can't seem to buckle down! This is a really bad time for my ADD/undiscovered terminal illness to kick in. Holy balls, I'm pathetic.

Listening to "stoner" music, eating raw tofu, and contemplating whether I should be studying or not. Today was one of those days that's as jumbled as the government right now. It started really nicely with a wonderful dream I sadly can't really remember...I think it took place at a crappy buffet and a sushi bar or something. Anyway, during lunch, I got Ruffles using Britney's money, a sunburn on the back of my neck, more pissed than a bucketful of pee, and a bunch of other mixed up emotions relating to the bathroom somehow. Mr. Jo said I reminded his of Sam from iCarly today. I don't see how--she's practically dedicated to meat and chili. She sticks things into her ears. She spits. She goes over the top more than once. She gets in trouble daily and breaks things open with a hammer she keeps in her locker. Any resemblance? Not that I know of. On the other news, finals are coming up. Shit. I don't think I cracked open my English portfolio once. I'm doomed. Del Paso, here I come. Let's just hope my insurance can cover the hospital bills.
Deds:
1. Thanks for showing me Broadcast 2000. I'm in love. But, for such a small album, their EP is like $20 or something.
2. I would like to say some very nasty things to you. But then you'll probably gather up forces and start a mob. Next thing you know, I'll be out of the country, working at a gas station in Mexico as a girl named Nellie.
3. Fucking bitches. All of you.
4. Hope you did well on your test.
5. Relax. Take a breather.
6. I'd like to call it young love. But I can't.

My dad is leaving for Chinkytown. Bon voyage.

I CANT SLEEP

FUCKING HELL! I can't sleep. And lack of sleep always makes me become a bigger goober than I already am. Right now I really paranoid that my dad will rush in, flip off the power switch, and club me to death with a lamp. I have the strange urge to read a novella about a gay guy, a heterosexual pretending to be homosexual, a drag queen, and a transgender bartender. Holy balls, save me. I should get going cause my keyboard makes loud sounds and, hot damn, I have to piss.

It's funny how much a piece of paper can hurt you

Literally and figuratively. I just looked at my hands and realized I got like four paper cuts today. And two are on my joint. And the space surrounding my fingers are so chafed it's actually started to bleed. I am a little emo child....just kidding. Anyway, while I was self-pitying my ruined hands, I just thought about all those shows where people decide to commit suicide because they lost all their money or some girl dumped them with a note or they discovered something terrible while fishing through the trash. Yeh. Paper is so destructive. But I love it anyway.
On the other side of Carmeland, our Christmas tree is still up. No, it's not because my family loves Christmas to death (ahaha. isn't Christmas the birth of Christ?) and can't stand to take it down, but it's because no one wants to bother. Last minute New Year work. No one has the time to water it either, so you can't walk past the area barefoot or else you'll get a lovely organic tattoo of pine needles. I was going to put up Deds but I feel lazy all of a sudden. I've already been toying with this blog for an hour. So it's off to the Bee Gees, ice cream, and Apathy! Oh, on the other hand, I HAVE MUSIC CHOICE! For once, cable didn't fuck this up! Only bad thing: i never know which band they're planning to play. Oh well, as long as I can listen to Frank Sinatra and A-ha on TV, then I'm content.

I would just like to say...

school sucks like crazy. The classes are so boring I feel like slitting my wrists just to create some zing. A bit drastic, I suppose, but I'm not exactly the known as a clear-thinker. And next week, what do we have to look forward to? Finals. Joy. On the brighter side of Acaiberry Hill, the week has been of to a good start, though as boring as hell. So I guess I should count the buttercup blessings being brought by brighter butterflies. [Just felt like throwing in an alliteration.]
Somehow, over the nocturnal winter break, I've rediscovered my old taste in music. New year...old interests? Out with the new and in with the old? Oxymoron? So it's pretty much goodbye Cabs&Cobras&Mainers&Mondays and helllooo Virgins&Polices&Vampires&Depeches. Funny how that works out.
Anyway, I've heard how much Twilight sucks. The only people that praised it were random Youtube commenters. I still have no idea how the hush sound have anything to do with bad acting and over dramatic albinos. But I'll admit: I enjoy reading Youtube comments. I love the way people react just when someone writes, "Ew! The lead singer is sooo ugly!" One day, when I'm feeling particular bitching, I'm going to start a Youtube account and leave "[insert name here] is such a disfigured man" comments just to start some commotions. :]
On that cheery note, I must go and finish some homework that was supposed to be turned in yesterday. And my lovely sister keeps complaining about me playing Culture Club. Aaaand my parent's old friend turned up from the airport and he might have prezzies for me! Yes, yes, you kids can talk about my greed behind my back
P.S. Because I'm feeling truthful I must get this tiny secret out: I don't think I'm that into The Secret Life of the American Teenager. It's okay..but if I had a choice between that and Batman(same time slot) I think I'll choose my good-friend Batty. Sorry Mina.